Page 40 of Taming a Ruthless Heart

I set the temperature to hot, letting the steam thicken the air around us.Alexia stands a few feet away, and the sight of her naked, scarred, and still so damn beautiful, strikes me hard.

We step into the shower together, the warm water rushing over us.I reach for the soap, lathering it in my hands before moving them over her body, slow and deliberate.

With her back to me, she splays her hands on the tiles as I trace the white lines of her scars with my fingertips.I bend and scatter kisses along the marks.Her body relaxes under my touch.I wash her thoroughly, my hands gliding over her skin.There’s something intimate in the simplicity of it.It’s not just about the physical.It’s about showing her that I care.

“Dave...”she rasps.

I pause with my hands on her waist.“Yeah?”

She looks over her shoulder and holds my stare.“Thank you.”

I don’t ask her what for.I know.But I don’t need her gratitude.What I need is to show her that she’s not alone.That whatever battles we have to face—whether it’s Igor or the demons inside her—I’m in this with her.I press my lips to her shoulder, then her neck, letting the kiss linger.

“You don’t have to thank me, Alexia,” I say softly.“I’m doing this because it’s you.Because you’re mine.And I’m yours.”

I keep a hand on her hip and reach around with the other to cup her sex.We moan when I press my middle finger on her clit.

“That’s hot,” she breathes, resting her head on my shoulder.

I slip two fingers inside her, pumping fast.“You’re so fucking wet, always ready for me.”

My erection throbs between her ass cheeks.She rubs herself against my cock.“Always.”

I inhale sharply.“Don’t tempt me, pet.You know I love your perfect ass.”

“It’s yours.”She parts her legs and sticks her butt up.Turning her head to lock eyes with me, she adds, “I’m yours.”

I have no self-control when Alexia does stuff like this.I don’t even try to hold back.I turn off the water, towel us dry, and we step out of the shower stall.

When we return to the bedroom, I guide her to an overstuffed armchair under a reading lamp and order.“Kneel on the cushion.Brace yourself.”

She obeys with quick movements and shallow breaths.I wrap my fingers around my cock and tease her wet sex with it.She squirms and moans as I coat myself in her pleasure.It’s not enough for her tightest hole.I grab a tube of lubricant from the top drawer of the nightstand.I squeeze a generous quantity between her cheeks before sliding the tip of my erection inside her and pause.

Alexia grunts as her body adjusts to my thick girth.

“You okay?”I ask softly against her neck.She nods, but I notice her white knuckles as her fingers grip the back of the chair.“We don’t have to do this if it’s too much for you.”

She looks back and smiles at me.“I’m fine.It’s just that it’s been a while.I’ll get comfortable.Don’t stop.”

I kiss her shoulder.“That’s my girl.”

Reaching around her, I cup her breasts and move a couple of inches further.I synchronize tweaking her nipples with penetrating her ass until I’m all in.Our breathing comes fast and ragged.I lean my forehead on her shoulder.My cock throbs deep inside her.Her flesh trembles under my fingers.

“I need to move.Are you still hurting?”

“No,” she whispers without conviction.I move a hand down to rub her clit, and she moans.“Yeah, that feels great.”

“Cover my hand with yours,” I command.

She does as I say, and I begin to pull out of her body while our hands build her orgasm.I thrust my hip forward, then back again, setting a slow rhythm to begin fucking her round ass.At the same time, our hands grow more frantic over her hard nub.

I speed up the movements of my hips as pleasure ignites every nerve.I sink my teeth into her shoulder and the first wave of pleasure makes her shudder.Our palms, now wet, slap her folds.I twist my hips to go deeper.My vision blurs and I can’t hold my own release any longer.

I guide her two fingers inside her own pussy and order, “Make yourself come for me.”

With my hands gripping her hips, I thrust my cock in and unload.

“Fuck!”I yell.

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